My Bad News
by , 03-07-2008 at 03:24 AM (2116 Views)
This week has certainly taken its toll on my head, let me tell you. There has been a lot of zany and unexpected things that have happened in my 'real life' that have rendered me not too close to my computer. Ergo, I am way behind in the blogs, the poetry, and all of it. Sorry to all you bloggers, who I love to keep up-to-date on.
But anyhow, these silly problems of mine are very pale next to what happened this morning.
My cousin was killed in a car crash this morning. I don't have any details except this blunt reality. She is gone. I am basically in shock.
My cousin and her husband and daughter resided in Florida. She was on her way to work when it happened ...
I wanted to write something, like a poem, a few haiku -- but my mind is blank when it is numb. So please read these words from a master poet, and after reading, reflect on this little flicker of reality that we call life. Here one minute, gone the next. From a cornflake bowl in the sink to a fatal crash .... I'll stop now, but I can't turn off my head.
"Death be not proud, though some have called thee"
John Donne
DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921.
Judi made me a stuffed toy doggy, with tartan cloth -- real cute. I am going to sleep with it tonight.
K♥z



